Aight look....

Here's how I see it there's only one Conspiracy and it aint this punk so I'll take him to three and three/
My theory is he fought 5 newbies and only somehow won vs three//1
I'll write this verse like a dysfunctional sex toy, I'm designed to rip ya ass/
Cause King Chrit's hurricane of pain will have you like "Oh Boy, I wish this storm would pass"//2
My flow contains no nines just packed full of intellect/
You wrote ten lines instead of bars, shit son your flow is suspect//3
Con's shit just too cliche talkin bout gay jokes and moms/
My skillz are almost illegal the way I verbally drop bombs//4
You use too many one syllable words, go back to the lab and take a seat/
See the doc just entered the room to diagnose your problems and thats a feat//5
Half way done and I already eclipsed your verse/
Said it before and say it again you's about to meet the hearse//6
Done fucked up by tryin to step up to King Chrit/
Cant reach my pedestal.. peep the graveyard all ya'll spit the same shit//7
See now thats 7 bars, I'll floor you with three more/
How I prewrite shit? Cause my flows not like yours, a total bore?//8
So I'ma take a nap, have a dream start ta snore/
You can peep this battle, gather a team and respect my lore//9
Second coming of Christ? shit, I'll still crucify ya/
You just tryin to be chrit, similar to x with that punk ass ja//10